The clattering of the knife as it fell onto the ground after his throw indicated that the woman had sussed out Ixion's counter to the light that was emitting from her sword. If he was able to sense where the woman was, the pain from the light that affected his eyes was making it unnoticeable. However, he didn't have that ability, so the pain was the only thing he could feel. With him out in the open, he had no idea if the woman was able to see him. Then there was still the other man that was watching from the roof. It didn't appear to the assassin that he wasn't here to help any of them, but to observe. Well, the thought of the observer meant that this was an 'even' fight, despite his condition. He was able to function without any worry, but he still was not 100% as his alertness wasn't there. This was proven to be the case a moment later.

His eyes, sealed shut by the searing light, suddenly was no longer in pain, his eyes seeing nothing but darkness through his eyelids. Realizing that the woman had cancelled the light coming from the sword, so he left no chance to try and open them. His eyes stung when the influx of cool air washed over them, causing him to strain his eyesight. The blurred vision could see something completely white in the distance. Assuming that it was the woman's sword and was about to send a magical attack his way, he rolled right. Had he remained there a tiny bit longer, he concluded that he would have perished as the sword shot out a piercing light. However, he was not quick enough to realize this in time as the light went through his left shoulder and left a neat cut through his armour, flesh and bone. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the noise that was about to erupt from his mouth due to the new pain. When his vision cleared up enough to make out shapes, he saw that he dodged behind a couple of crates and barrels that were stacked near an alleyway. If there was any blood that came from the would, he wasn't able to see it beyond the crimson pauldron. While pain was first and foremost through his mind, his second thought was rage. This woman had appeared out of nowhere, demanding something from him that, in his mind, he was obliged to ignore, even if she was working for the Duke of Zerul. Now, she had attacked him because of his refusal and has left him injured. All sense of remorse and mercy that he had for her was gone. She had just signed her death wish and her damnation.

Just as he was about to appear out of his hiding place, he heard the other figure on the rooftop climbing down from where he was perched. [i]At last,[/i] he thought, seeing the outline of the man, the details now coming back to his vision, [i]the observer has become the participant.[/i] And the one thing he noticed, which pleased him the most, was that the man was charging in the general direction of the woman, though whether the man knew this or not is another concern. This was his opportune moment to strike as well. Not even the most skilled fighter was able to hold out against two warriors, especially when one of them was able to teleport with ease.

With full confidence, he stood up from where he stood, capturing the image of the area around him into his mind. His eyes were fixed murderously on the woman, a scowl shifting the cowl that covered his face. His left arm, despite his intimidating pose, was hanging limp by his side, though he was able to clench his hand into a fist around the chain of his weapon. “The time for mercy is over. Now... you DIE!” he roared, disappearing as he finished speaking. He appeared on the beam that was directly above the woman and, without skipping a beat, did two things simultaneously. Firstly, he launched the weighted end of his weapon up into the air, allowing the full weapon to soar into the air above. Next, he jumped and teleported, appearing at the weighted end of the weapon. His left hand clenched around the base of the weight while his right was further along the chain. Then, biting through the pain in his shoulder, he swung the weapon with all his might in an arc. Much like before, the timing for this attack was spot on so when the wicked blade on his modified kama was directly below him, the tip would be directly at the woman's back, between the shoulder blades.